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trusthell2017-02-04 03:41 pm
neverheardofhim) wrote in trusthell2017-02-04 03:41 pm
And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.
[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]
[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]
[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]
Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.
[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]
[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]
[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]
[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]
[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]
[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]
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Oh, they locked you up.
[ . . . ]
Is that why you're difficult at the trials?
[ Apparently, "protecting her" is now "difficult" ]
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[...]
If you're talking about what I was doing today, I don't know, though. Depends.
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[ . . . But she gives him an "explain" look ]
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[...He isn't entirely sure he has a better answer.]
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Something. She puts a hand up to her face ]
Why?
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[And that's sharp, though it loses its bite partway through; he's...frustrated, but not completely pissed off.]
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[ Should've, perhaps... even. A choice that you'll always regret not making, Alani had said something like that, right? But then James had told her to let go of her hatred lest it consume her. But the... ]
Done it, I mean.
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[And he does, as irritating as that seems to be to him.]
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She starts to reply, starts to say something, but it's not her nature to be self-depreciating. Doubting, skeptical. A lot of things, but she wouldn't want to shoot herself in the foot. Denying him seems like that. But so many voices echo in her head. Preaching about how things aren't weak or how -
She ends up biting her nail before she realized she'd done it, glaring at him hard ]
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Whatever. You want to go and get yourself killed, then you be my guest, I guess. If it's going to piss you off so bad it won't happen again.
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I wasn't going there, Kimbley!
2/3 actually ROFL FUCK ME
I'll never be a human's friend or lover or whatever you want from me. [ It's said with hateful, bitter malice ] They've taken too much from me to ever forgive them.
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... Thank you.
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and that does succeed in pissing him off, at least to some extent, but he manages to bite it back a bit before he answers.]
...You're welcome, I guess.
I never asked you to be my goddamn friend, and I'm not interested in trying to fuck you either. So you don't have to forgive me for shit.
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[ Being angry is so much easier than being sincere, isn't it ]